ALKAWTHARYBABA THE PEN

Pen is a friend to all,
Speaks all languages in the world,
It's found everywhere even in the mall,
This small object is mightier than a rod.

Fate is the name and the chance,
To be a friend and sister of trance,
Which of Allah's favour will you deny,
Muhammad Babatunde Ayinla's mouth differs from a lance.

He's a linguist who speaks well,
A writer who writes poems,
Nigerian even if not here,
Keep the good work going and represent us there.

Toms of languages,
French,
Arabic,
English,
Yoruba,
Gun,
Chinese,
Hausa,
Now tell me am I exaggerating?

Brain box the son of Sanusi,
Ride on and make siblings proud,
Rasul Nammie he's Muhammad,
My male version Babatunde.

Of all names, you're called olasunkanmi,
All the riches are not just close but present ni,
My official sunnatic scholar,
Ayinla the main achiever.

My translator you'll صعود ,
My interpreter you won't lack نقود,
A man who doesn't joke with جود,
You're not just a pen but a عود.

I owe you one thing which is موعود,
And I've done that, which they مشهود,
The magnet of siblings is now ممدود,
Which has no boundary or محدود.

Brother I call you مسعود,
Because I know you ain't كنود,
I'm very sure you're someone's عمود,
Keep pushing you have the مقصود.

*For the love I call you قلم*.

*By Idris Yewande Omobolanle*
*Dedicated to SANUSI MUHAMMAD (MR)*
*©All Rights Reserved*
*THE FRAGRANCE PEN*